How We Do It (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

This is how we do it Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (countin' racks up) Ain't like you other, all my really thuggin' Can't bring it in the club, so I was never into clubbin' (ayy) What you mean she ain't got it? (She ain't got it) We ain't fuckin' 'less she got it, I need money outta pocket (outta pockets) You ain't ballin', stop it If I got it I'ma pop it, I'm in Neiman's with my rocket (fire, fire) 30 hangin' off my Off-White denim Politickin' and they feelin' like some children Wave, baby, real in the building I'm tryna break your back, I ain't really with the building (this is how we do it) Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems Count a couple thousand then I stuff 'em in my Robins (countin' racks up) Made, I get money in six ways These switched lanes, stayed in mine, here the check came This is how we do it It's Friday night I poured three lines The codeine's here on the west side So, I reach for my liter, then I pour it up Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup Pop some Xans, now I'm faded Count a hunnid bands up like, "Yeah, we made it" Big body Benz (skrrt, skrrt) You can't see through my tints (tints) I've been creepin' while you sleepin' Finna shoot you and yo' mans I mix molly with my Henn' I get geeked up, count my ends (count 'em off) If a run up on me Pull this 30 out my pants, uh (this is how we do it, okay) Just got a big joint rolled up My own liquor what I pour in my cup I don't got six, I don't show up Seen the diamond chain, they go nuts Brought ten bottles, I don't think it's enough We run out, I got more in a trunk Talk down then, get snuffed Lotta joints gettin' rolled, lotta cones gettin' stuffed I told my jeweler "Freeze my wrist up" Wanna keep her on your team, then she gon' need cuffs Cartier frames and my AP bussin' Realest in the game, no, it ain't no question Hello, you don't dress like me Low-key, wanna be just like me I can pull up in a fresh white tee Guaranteed (guarantee) every in the party want me Pulled up, sittin' low in my seat Smokin' on KK like a G Bad, ridin' with me, she a freak, smokin', drinkin' Going hard all week, let's go (this is how we do it) This is how we do it (ha-ha) It's Friday night (uh) I poured three lines The codeine's here on the west side So, I reach for my liter, then I pour it up Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup Pop some Xans, now I'm faded Count a hunnid bands up like, "Yeah, we made it"